A small, moderately true story, to make up for the lack of a post this morning: As with all people, I am occasionally ill. I feel like I become ill rarely, but that it tends to linger for quite some time. Once, I had a cold which began in my throat as a creeping, thirsting … Continue reading The Snot Mother
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Whisper, Part II.5
Whisper in the Night Whispers, Part II This was originally meant to be part of the same entry as II, but unfortunately I ran out of time yesterday. My apologies for the brevity of both. This was, obviously, a weak plan. I had no idea how she operated or what the mechanics were of her … Continue reading Whisper, Part II.5
Whisper in the Night
It began with a whisper, barely audible, which echoed just at the edge of my perception. It seemed to be a part of my dream, though as the voice became louder and clearer, I forgot my dream entirely. It drew my slowly out of sleep with the same smoothness as the morning sun. Gaede. I … Continue reading Whisper in the Night
Incomplete
Junette felt incomplete, as though there was a large piece missing right out of the center of her that had never filled in as she had formed within her mother’s womb. It was not painful, not like a cut or burn or abrasion, but it was uncomfortable, like when something’s pressing on your chest and … Continue reading Incomplete
Beyond
Three by three by three. Three to link. Three to strengthen. Three to transport. That’s what I remember. That’s what I learned in school. It’s what I talked about with... With me? With Ayra. But I am Ayra. But I am Caél. But I am... Me. Us. Nine names. Which am I? I thought it … Continue reading Beyond
No Word for Goodbye
In a public space, like this café, there was no real privacy. At any moment a person that they didn’t know could view them, sitting there together, sharing their time. If someone made the effort, he could lean over and hear the contents of their conversation. Yet of course nobody did: their conversation wasn’t that … Continue reading No Word for Goodbye
Substitute
It is easier, sometimes, to do that which you would rather not do, when confronted with something you want to do which is difficult, or which, for one reason or another, intimidates you. The difficulty doesn’t even really matter, in the end. It’s the intimidation. The fear of doing that thing, or of not being … Continue reading Substitute
Koé’s Hair
See The Green Lady I got in trouble with Mommy, and now I’m afraid. I don’t want the green lady to go away. I don’t think Mommy should want her to go away, either, but sometimes I don’t think Mommy thinks about what’s actually good for her. I think she thinks too much about what other … Continue reading Koé’s Hair
The Greatest Good
See Beautiful. Is she still herself? Elisa wonders this, now, in the back seat of her car. After Mr. Myriad’s ministrations, she found herself too exhausted to drive the streets of a city she didn’t know. Her own town is so, so much smaller. The difference between the two is like that between an infant and … Continue reading The Greatest Good
Beautiful
Elisa is nervous, because she has come to be changed. She isn’t nervous because she doesn’t want the change, but rather, because she has wanted to change so very much for so very, very long. She is also nervous because the room is full of people much richer than herself. She can tell by their … Continue reading Beautiful
Daydreams 